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And that great Pompey (all the world's delight)
OF HIS MAIESTIES FIRST ENTRIE INTO ENGLAND. He by one blow of Fortune lost farre more Then many battels gayned had before.
Stay, tragick Muse, with those vntimely verses,
With raging accents and with dreadfull sounds, Such sudden changes so disturbe the soule, To draw dead monarkes out of ruin'd berses,
That still the judgement ballanc'd is by doubt; Taffright th' applauding world with bloudie But, on a round, what wonder though things roule?
wounds: And since within a circle, turne about?
Raze all the monuments of horrours past, Whilst Heaven on Earth strange alterations brings, T'aduance the publike mirth our treasures wast. To scorne our confidence in worldly things.
And pardon (olde heroes) for O I finde, And chanc'd there ever accidents more strange, I had no reason to admire your fates :
Then in these stormy bounds where we remaine? And with rare guiftes of body and of minde, One did a sheep-hooke to a scepter change,
Th'vnbounded greatnesse of cuill-conquerd states. The nurceling of a wolfe ore men did raigne; More glorious actes then were achieu'd by you, A little village grew a mighty towne,
Do make your wonders thought no wonders now. Which whil'st it had no king, held many a crowne.
For yee the potentates of former times, Then by how many sundry sorts of men,
Making your will a right, your force a law: Hath this great state beene rula? though now by Staining your conquest with a thousand crimes, none,
Still raign'd like tyrants, but obey'd for awe: Which first obey'd but one, then two, then ten,
And whilst your yoake none willingly would beare, Then by degrees return'd to two, and one;
Dyed oft the sacrifice of wrath and feare.
But this age great with glorie hath brought forth
A matchlesse monarke whom peace highlie raises,
Who as th' vntainted ocean of all worth What revolutions huge have hapned thus,
As due to him hath swallow'd all your praises. By secret fates all violently led,
Whose cleere excellencies long knowne for such, Though seeming but by accident to us,
Yet in the depths of heavenly breasts first bred, All men must praise, and none can praise too much. As arguments demonstrative to prove
For that which others hardly could acquire, That weaknesse dwels below, and pow'r above.
With losse of thousands liues and endlesse paine,
Is heapt on him euen by their owne desire, Loe, prosprous Cæsar charged for a space,
That thrist tenioy the fruites of bis blest raigne : Both with strange nations, and his countrey's And neuer conquerour gain'd so great a thing, spoyls,
As those wise subiects gaining such a king.
But what a mightie state is this I see?
A little world that all true worth inherites, Hath beene constrain'd the last distresse to trie.
Strong without art, entrench'd within the sea,
Abounding in brade men full of great spirits : What warnings large were in a time so short, It seemes this ile would boast, and so she may, Of that darke course which by his death now To be the soueraigne of the world some day.
shines? It, speechlesse wonders plainly did report, O generous lames, the glorie of their parts,
It, men reveal'd by words, and gods by signes, In large dominions equall with the best: Yet by the chaynes of destinies whil'st bound, But the most mightie monarke of men's harts, He saw the sword, but could not scape the wound. That euer yet a diadem possest:
Long maist thou liue,well lou'd and free from dangers, What curtaine ore our knowledge errour brings,
The comfort of thine owne, the terrour of strangers. Now drawn, now open'd, by the heavenly host, Which makes us sometimesharpe to see small things,
And yet quite blinde when as we should see most, That curious braines may rest amaz'd at it, Whose ignorance makes them presume of wit.
WRITTEN SHORTLY THEREAFTER BY REASON OF AN INUNThen let us live, since all things change below, DATION OF DOUEN, A WATER NEERE VNTO THE AUTHOR'S When rais'd most high, as those who once may HOUSE, WHEREV PON HIS MAIESTIE WAS SOMETIMES WONT
fall, And hold when by disasters brought more low,
The minde still free, what ever else be thrall : “ Those (lords of fortune) sweeten every state,
What wonder though my melancholious Muse, Who can command themselves, though not their
Whose generous course some lucklesse starre confate."
Her bold attempts to prosecute refuse, (troules :
And would faine burie my abortiue scroules.
To what perfection can my lines be rais’d, [fires : | And since our sunne shines in another part,
Whilst many a crosse would quench my kindling Live like th' antipodes depriu'd of light: Lo for Parnassus by the poets prais'd,
Whilst those to whom his beames he doth impart, Some sauage mountaines shadow my retires. Begin their day whilst we begin our night. No Helicon her treasure here vnlockes,
This hath discourag'd my high-bended minde, Of all the sacred band the chiefe refuge:
And still in doale my drouping Muse arrayes : But dangerous Douen rumbling through the rockes, Which if my Phæbus once vpon me shin'd,
Would scorne the raine-bowe with a new deluge. Might raise her flight to build amidst his rayes. As Tiber, mindefull of his olde renowne, [place:
Augments his floodes to waile the faire chang'd And greeu'd to glide through that degener'd towne, Toyles with his depthes to couer their disgrace.
VERSES So doth my Douen rage, greeu'd in like sort,
PREFIXED TO BISHOP ABERNETHY'S " CHRISTIAN AND HEAWhile as his wonted hovour comes to minde: VENLY TRRATISE, CONTAINING PHYSICKE FOR THE SOUL."
1622. To that great prince whilst he afforded sport, To whom his trident Neptune hath resign'd.
Op known effects, grounds too precisely sought, And as the want of waters and of swaines,
Young naturalists oft atheists old doe prove. Had but begotten to his bankes neglect: And some who naught, save who first moves, can He striues t encroch vpon the bordering plaines,
move, Againe by greatnesse to procure respect.
Scorn mediate means, as wonders still were wrought:
But tempting both, thou dost this difference even, Thus all the creatures of this orphand boundes, Divine physician, physical divine: In their own kindes moou'd with the common Who souls and bodies help'st, dost here design
From Earth by reason, and by faith from Heaven, With many a monstrous forme all forme confoundes, With mysteries, which few can reach aright: To make vs mourne more feelingly our losse.
How Heaven and Earth are match't, and work in
man ; We must our breastes to baser thoughts inure,
Who wise and holy ends, and causes scan. Since we want all that did aduaunce our name: Loe true philosophy, perfection's height, For in a coruer of the world obscure,
For this is all, which we would wish to gaine: We rest vngrac'd without the boundes of fame. In bodies sound, that minds may sound remaine,